It started out as a simple protest to try and stop a local nature reserve being turned into a car park. Then something unusual happened - we won. The next thing I know I'm being followed by a black Audi with tinted windows and a lengthy car chase ensues. Luckily for me, my Holden Statesman is up to the task, and I escape, but it seems that land was owned by Russian Mobsters who planned to build a multi-million dollar development on the wetlands. They want me dead, I want me alive, so I hitch a ride with a bunch a musicians.
At first I couldn't understand them, I feared they were Russians and I was betrayed. It turned out they were just stoned on mushrooms, so I was safe from the Russians, but was forced to endure 16 hours of mind-numbing gibberish. To keep my cover, I had to learn to play, and I had to do it fast. The musicians thought I had been with them all along, they took a lot of drugs after all. So that's how it all started.
To this day, if I see a black Audi, or hear a Russian accent, I picture a bright green tree frog basking on a lily in the wetlands I helped save. Sometimes the frog is orange, but that's just the mushrooms.